Hark when the night is falling Hear, hear the pipes a' calling Loudly and proudly calling Down through the glen There where the hills are sleeping Now feel the blood a-leaping High as the spirits Of the old Highland men Towering in gallant fame Scotland my mountain hame High may your proud standards, gloriously wave Land o' my high endeavour Land o' the shining rivers Land o' my heart for ever Scotland the brave High in the misty Highlands Oot by the purple islands Brave are the hearts that beat Beneath Scottish skies Wild are the winds tae meet ye Staunch are the friends that greet ye Kind as the love that shines from fair maidens' eyes Towering in gallant fame Scotland my mountain hame High may your proud standards, gloriously wave Land o' my high endeavour Land o' the shining rivers Land o' my heart for ever Scotland the brave Far off in sunlit places Sad are the Scottish faces Yearning to feel the kiss Of sweet Scottish rain Where tropic skies are beaming Love sets the heart a-dreaming Longing and dreaming for the homeland again Towering in gallant fame Scotland my mountain hame High may your proud standards, gloriously wave Land o' my high endeavour Land o' the shining rivers Land o' my heart for ever Scotland the brave